could this be light?
does this mean everything’s going to be alright?
one look out my window theres trees talking like people.
i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound
i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
i slept in the darkness it was lonely
and it was silent.
and what is this love?
i don’t feel the same, i dont believe what this is could be given a name.
i woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead…
but i’ll forget 23, like i’ll forget 17
and i’ll forget my first love like you’ll forget a daydream.
and what of all my wild friends… and the times i’ve had with them?
we’ll all fade to grey soon on the tv station.